As for how effective treatment was determined, that was a question for the Record Officer, who calculated the effects of your treatment according to strict standards.
So, being a Record Officer was hardly an easy job. They needed not only a good memory, but, most importantly, scrupulous fairness.
If you felt your combat record did not match the military merits you received, you could appeal to Military Headquarters. Once the claim was verified, the Record Officer would face the harshest military punishment: a hundred strokes of the military rod at best, public execution at worst.
Of course, stepping onto the battlefield meant placing your life in the hands of the god of death. They were little safer than those fighting on the front lines, so Military Headquarters paid them very well. Their role was not merely to record soldiers' achievements and assess military merits; they also provided an effective safeguard against people claiming someone else's credit.
The reason Jiang Hao had been so desperate to finish off the Werewolf was that he feared Gongsun Qianxue would steal his credit. Record Officers did not care how hard you had worked beforehand. They only looked at the outcome: whoever landed the final blow owned the spoils.
After the Werewolf was killed, its merged form naturally came undone. The moment its master's true appearance was revealed, the Record Officer noticed the color of his armor. Unlike ordinary North Sea Soldiers, whose upper bodies were practically bare, officers ranked North Sea Army Commandant or above still wore armor into battle. In other words, Jiang Hao had just killed an enemy officer.
Under the Shenzhou Army's Military Headquarters regulations, killing an enemy of equal or higher rank earned double military merits. That meant Jiang Hao would receive not merely forty points, but eighty.
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